I had a few producers say they wanted to adapt this into a movie :

They say that the brain is mostly made of grey matter, and we interpret the collection of empty spaces, so a rose isn’t simply a rose it’s a collection of data

People are always searching for deeper meaning

To find a way out of our their bodies the techno-sphere, the gritty slum, the acidic city

It’s like feeling kind of deep stress

That paralyzes half your movements

So you feel like you’re seeing the future

Yet you can’t completely fulfill, execute or channel it out

I just let the primal urge and possibility of being impregnated flood my pleasure center’s I would never want a kid.

Yeah it would break my brain

I want to feel his flesh on my flesh, the teasing of felling the pressure of his stalk against my wet lips is sometimes more pleasurable then entering me . It feel’s like a water nymph attaching itself to a water lily frond and with all of this invisible pressure of it’s bodily fluids surging through it’s body breaking away its musculature and rupturing it’s shell . It feel’s like the stinging tongue of a barnacle almost seems impossible that this shell has any life in it yet it stings .

Like reality is a mix of free will and determinism

And there’s the hag’s with the three strings of fate

Potentially some higher version of myself

Pulling the puppet strings of my body

(Yet there’s this) resistance

(Yet there’s shudders in the air where movement would be)

I’m simply seeing these tunnel’s of light

I can’t completely do the things I’d like because everything is going haywire

Too many mixed up days and nights

Not having a regular circadian rhythm

That’s just how I like to live

So if my friends call me at 2 a.m , I’m going to be there

Whatever crazy stuff we are going to do; or mostly see

I usually see stuff too, like the grim reaper enter my home

Usually I start to smile …

I felt like I could let go of the need to do anything

In the mind

Like capture transcribe things

Sensation turns into geometry

Feels like being a cat

Like having legs bent at a certain angle

Like the animal instincts and impulses for

How animals must feel before they mate

Yet also visualizing

A lighter...

There’s a space like a void from below

Spurts light and animates the body

Goes within the root chakra

Travels up, makes my pussy spasm

And begin to open too

Like fruit ripens and juice comes out

Not squeezed out as if from a tube

It just drips, and not like

A fruit that’s fallen from a tree

Or the congealed then hardened bead of sap on a tree

Like when I was just holding the fruit in the palm of my hand

And the fruit just rested their

Felt like something more sweet then flesh

Feeling

Having sex

I mean for a long period of time pushes past the normal human threshold

Makes me feel like I’m losing consciousness

Kind of like the feeling you’re going to pass out cept

More alluring

More like a space like hypnagogia

Between waking and sleeping

A space of connection and of

My body recollecting things

Like when the position of my

Like when you positioned my pelvis a certain way

On the edge of the bed, so it’s like my ass was tilted up

When you pressed on the flesh of my ass it felt like

The shape of a raindrop, just the outline

The shape that your hand gives my flesh feels more beautiful

Then the actual form

It feels like finally trying my best to exercise really hard

I’m a very lazy person

So I could have better sex

So I’ve been working really hard

And just the way you had me positioned with my pussy, up against the edge of the bed

Felt like when ; I first started masturbating, when I was a teen

I used to masturbate for a longer amount of time

And ride my fingertips on the bed

So that the force of the bed would drive my fingers

Deeper into my pussy

Because it felt like a dick, yet I didn’t know what a dick was

I was a late bloomer, sheltered kid

Just the pressure

I was always fantasizing about ghosts, as a teen

So there was this ghost dick I was riding

The surface

It’s the double penetration of my past memories

Me furtively, for hours, trying to get off at, levitate by my fingertips

Hold my entire body up by my fingertips

On the bed and

You actually having sex with me at the same time

And remembering that

And I’m thinking wow

This is awesome; this feels much better then masturbating as a kid

Riding ghost dick

From doing so many crunches lately, I’ve been able to feel this muscle riding up

It felt much better because

From unfortunately not having sex for awhile …

No ! I got blocked on tindr why ( laughing)

I’m not a man sexually harassing people I’m just a businesswoman

(Soliciting my services)

I’ve been having trouble flirting with people lately

I feel heavy, so my flirt game hasn’t been the same

So I’m thinking crap

I haven’t had sex in Samantha years which is like 10 years

Cuz I feel like I experience time differently

So I’m like great

So then yet at that certain angle

That line that comes up

And the past memories

How deep you drove and curved into these spaces

Like uh , shiz

I felt my inner muscles, walls, caverns whatever you want to call them

I felt the grooves in my pussy, careening around tightening

So tight, I just visualized myself making porn

Or just really enjoying it

Then towards the end of having sex for awhile

The same sensation

Of how your dick pushed into a certain part of me

That felt like geometric shapes

Iron wraught gates of St.Peter’s Church , they aren’t quite a four leaf clover or a fluer de lis

When I turned back to look at you

Wow, I feel like I’m in Hentai

Seeing things in this positive light , immediately shapes my sensation

And reality in a way that I feel things so

That I didn’t think that the sound of you , thwacking against …

Reminded me of Hentai ,( where the scene cuts , the screen blacks out , and when you return they are still at it , seemingly for hours or even days )

It’s like what’s the device called?

An eternal energy machine , a perpetual motion machine, the infinity Tesla thing?

And the things that swing in science museum’s… focoult’s pendulum

Science!

So it felt like an endless swinging pendulum, except , you’re like the endless invisible kinetic motion and I’m the balls ? The empty void

When you grabbed my ass , towards you pelvis

Really low

I was like woah , I thought it wasn’t going to be possible for my shape to fit on your shape, at that low of an angle ,

I thought wow this feels really good , it remind’s me of one of my favorite sex scenes of all time

In the vagina dentata movie

Where her vagina like eats dicks

Well anyways , the stepson fucks his sister and he grabs her in the position that’s like doggie

Yet not , it’s on your knees, and the girl is brought up to the guy

Almost scooped up and held in a very primal way

There’s a pitbull in the room , a dog

She’s trying to escape yet actually enjoys it- kind of thing

( I like messed up psy*&%$ sex u acchh um anyways)

I was like okay this position feels like your literally inside of me

Just like before except way way waay deeper

So that I don’t feel it , It just turns me on

Like I’m driven up to the hilt of the base of your …past your dick

Driven up into you , like connected

It was awesome

When we were doing missionary

It felt like, extreme bliss of not having extreme tension in my body

All this static and angst and buildup of

Stretching out and fully

I made up a word called ‘plurplussed’ plurplussed relief

Like yawning involuntarily cept your whole body is swarming

All these closed off emotion

Hormones

Seeing myself

In this erotic painting ‘Hercules and Omphale’

This very thick , fleshy figure

Not just skin and bones which has been idealized by modern day culture

I’m just this round fleshy gorgeous being

And then when I kiss you I feel like

For the first time I feel like it’s not an eager kiss

Where I’m craning my neck to reach you as you recoil and my tongue licks the outer pout of your lips , (like an animal)

I’m just trying to teach your mouth because I want the sensation so badly

I feel more like a deeply erotic esperienced being

“A deep lover” and my mouth is breathing in the air between your lips and touching your lips

Like people on long caking-dry plateaus on top of canyons ,

The crags , a desert journey and haven’t seen things for awhile

It’s like people trying to remember thing’s

There’s deep love in this moment , and your trying to stop and pause

Touching the air with your wet fingertips trying to get a sense of direction cept your

Don’t know how to do that anymore , because of your cell phones

and it takes away

All meaning and connection to nature

to understand directions

Trying to remember when someone touched us the most deeply

We get angry because where conditioned

To delete people or to have this hatred because someone perceived you took from them

Because of this need to grind to the machine

So where trying to recollect love and what life was like

Before the mechanized age

So it felt like when I kissed you , it was something deeper like our souls trying to remember

Beyond our physical embodiment

Beyond , deeper then , then our current souls and our current ages

Having a debacle about something insignificant

Not seeing deeper things

Like when you first came into the room

I saw you as an angel in the sense that

I don’t know all of this white light

How I see everyone does all of these things that are helpful

They seem like theyre annoying

Yet they’re actually happy accidents

Feels like things barely touching each other, yet then they meet

When you touched my pussy

While we took breaks

It felt like a peach very engorged

And wet ,like eternally wet finally

It’s like sometimes when I’m around certainpeopleorsituations

I start uncontrollably squirting and dripping

It’s so awkward

At one point when we were having sex at that certain angle and you reached for my clit

It felt like qualm , that’s like serious love to give someone a good dick while touching their clit ,

That’s some deep love there

That’s the definition of deep love ( laughs)

I was visualizing having a really hot pussy

Because it’s hard for me to accept

That my pussy is so pancake pussy so chubby

So it was flat and only hair in the center

Wow it reminds me of this girl I saw at the beach the other day wow

I’m not gay yet

I would totally do whatever she wanted

That’s how I feel sometimes if I’m playing with women

S’like okay this is for you, not for me

Please you cuz you probably need it and not getting good dick

Want to see pictures of this hot girl?

He motion’s no

Okay

When I turned back to see you

I was like crap I can’t see anything

you’re blurry

I don’t know why

Anyways when we were in missionary and we where, fucking me so fast, I didn’t think it was possible

It’s like painful in a good way

It’s like um it’s like um

Construction sites, when I go on long jogs at night thinking

Oh shit this is my night; I’m just going to run all night

When I don’t have sex

I love when the asphalt get’s stuck in my shoes

Don’t ask me why , it turns me on

I’m looking at the construction site

Imagining they’re constructing my life for a better life

And the streets like my body

Like a jackhammer, you where fucking me like a jackhammer, I just didn’t want to use typical metaphors anyways

In missionary it felt like you where deep in my womb, uterus space

As I was thinking ‘ how’s it so deep in their!?’

Wow this feels so great

My pussy is wrapping around your dick

I’m like wow

It’s like oh wow

Like painful, it’s like um imagining your Prometheus or some sort of mythical figure

Your dick is the rock I’m pinned too

My legs are open in a certain way

When your spreading my legs and

This is so hot , this makes me want to do yoga and

You’re like deep up in my body

Like splitting away the pain

Splitting for healing

Driving in the healing

I feel like howyourrippedopenmypants is super cool it’s like a fashion statement

Humble, sheek , minimal

A faded tortoise with a skull for a shell on a crop top ,just barely grazing the top of my nipples so I can feel the exposure

My ninja pants remind me of my friend from back home Ever

Who was a giant slut

It was weird she was this tiny pixie redhed girl

Tried fingering in the bathroom

Cept it didn’t work because her pussy was too tiny

She gave head to people camping in her backyard

She was a Tai-Chi Kung Fu master

She had this giant school that she lived in

Yet she ended up sleeping with everyone and forget she was the master of this Kung-Fo

School

I was like , ‘ Ever snap out of it stop doing drugs’

I mean hippie drugs like Rape’

hippies are obsessed with Rape

dumb hippies

What was the point of this story?

Oh yeah , I love the Tai-Chi style

Your like so hot

Touching his pecs